Shehnaaz Maniyar: The Girl Shukla Never Noticed🤪🥺 (Completed)

Chapter One

Shehnaaz Maniyar was kneeling in the soil of her garden, when the sound of the car's motor attracted her attention. She glanced at it over her shoulder, then panicked as it came to a stop in front of her house.

"Ya Allah, is it that late?" she muttered. Dropping her shovel, she stood up and brushed the dirt off her clothes.

She reached up to push her dark bangs off her forehead before she realized that she still had on her gardening gloves. Quickly she peeled them off and dropped them beside the shovel, all the while watching the driver get out of the sports car and walking towards her front yard.

Glancing at her wristwatch, she saw that she hadn't lost track of time. He was just very early for their appointment. Being sweaty and dirty was no way to meet a client. And she needed the commission badly.

Forcing a smile, she nervously moved down the sidewalk to greet him. He was still yards away from her when she greeted him. "Hello," she said with a bright smile.Obviously I misunderstood our meeting time. I thought you weren't coming until later."

"I decided this evil game of yours had gone on long enough."

Shehnaaz came to an abrupt halt. She tilted her head in stunned surprise. "I'm sorry, I..."

"Who the hell are you, lady?"

"Miss Maniyar Who do you think?"

"Never heard of you. Just what the hell are you up to?"

"Up to?" She glanced around helplessly, as though someone can provide an answer to this bizarre interrogation.

"Why've you been sending me those letters?"

"Letters?"

He was clearly furious, and her lack of realization only seemed to make him angrier. He bore down on her, until she had to bow her back to look up at him.

He was tall, dark, and dressed in casual slacks and a sport shirt...all stylish. He was wearing opaque aviator glasses, so she couldn't see his eyes.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"The letters, lady, the letters." He strained each word clenching his teeth.

"What letters?"

"Don't play dumb."

"Are you sure you've got the right house?"

He took another step forward. "Of course, I've got the right house," he said in an irritating tone.

"Obviously you don't." She didn't like being put on the defensive, especially by someone she'd never met over something of which she was totally ignorant.

"You're either crazy or drunk, but in any case, you're wrong. I'm not the person you're looking for and I demand that you leave my property. Now."

"You were expecting me, I could tell by the way you spoke to me."

"I thought you were the man from the advertising agency."

"Well, I'm not."

"Shukar hai Allah ka." She would hate having to do business with someone this irrational and ill tempered.

"You know damn well who I am," he said, removing off the sunglasses.

Shehnaaz sucked in a quick, sharp breath and fell back a step because she did indeed know who he was. "Sidharth," she gasped.

"That's right. Sidharth Sayyed. Just like you wrote it on those envelopes."

She was shocked to see him after all these years, standing only inches away from her. This time he wasn't merely a familiar image in the newspaper or on her TV screen. He was real. His looks have only improved in all these years.